My depression has stages, as everyone's does,
First is the need to cling to someone,
The need for human touch,
For a hug, a pat on the shoulder, an arm around me.
Next is the claustrophobia,
The cringing whenever someone touches me,
Especially someone close.
Finally is the exhaustion,
The need to sleep for eternity,
Feeling like a dragon, wishing to sleep for centuries.
Then it's over, I'm content, even happy,
But only for a little while until the stages start again.